I think, possibly too much,
I think, possibly too much, about where I came from. About the genes that defined my body and the experiences that shaped my spirit, and about how things might have been different. I think about having turned out straight, or short, or without the tendency to male pattern baldness (actually, I don't think about that last one very much 
). I think about having turned out less passionate; in my beliefs, in my emotions, in my tendency to speak out. I think about the things that define my identity having been totally different, and the person I might have been as a result. I think about honesty, and openness. I think about intolerance, of which I can certainly be as guilty as the next person. And I think about the conscious act of changing some of these things.
And sometimes I think I should. And sometimes I *know* I should. And sometimes I think I'll get round to it one of these days.....
Don't worry - all of this is going somewhere.